by Coco Shawndé
“They taxing because yo ass hurr with all the money.” Hosea said walking up, with a bottle of Ace.
“Mane, my fault.” Keefe said holding his hands and laughing. “But nah for real. I had to come thru since my wife called herself having a girl´s trip. I told her she can’t be leaving me at home with the kids like I don’t need a guy´s trip. She was mad at first when she found out I dropped them kids off with my mother.” she grinned.
“She cool now?” Hosea asked.
“Hell yeah, when I popped up in that hotel room, and dropped some cash on her ass. She was real fucking happy with her spoiled ass.” he said checking out his wife from across the room. “But Miani deserves this trip. I wouldn’t have stopped Aja from going. Aja and her were cool, and stopped talking when Miani couldn’t be in her wedding because that bitch ass ex-husband of hers. I’m popping bottles for Miani my damn self tonight for getting away from that fuck nigga!”
“Tell Miani to come this way.” Hosea said, and Keefe went and got her. Aja ended up following her too, just to be nosey.
“Hey, thanks for the bottles. I was coming over.” Miani said, shyly playing in her short cut. Her sides were cut low, and she had a full bang in the front that swooped over her eye.
“You got it. I’mma tell them to put y’all tab on ours. Congrats on being a free woman. Turn up and tell your friend she better keep them niggas off her or I’m shutting shit down.” Hosea told her, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he let Dice get away with not speaking to him. Since we have been in the club, she hadn’t even looked his way.
“I’ll tell her.” Aja´s loud ass said, seeing that Miani only laughed him off. Bad thing was, Hosea was serious as hell about what he said.
“We know yo mouth running to her.” Keefe said before thinking.
“I can tell you what my mouth WON’T be doing tonight.” she said cutting her eyes at him. Keefe had got himself fucked up that quick, and he knew it. He tried to butter Aja up, but she brushed him off. “Let’s go, Miani. Thanks Hosea and Basi for covering the tab.”
“Aja, something.” I said shaking my head.
“Mane, don’t I know.” Keefe said, and we all blessed the bottles before popping them open.
With a few drinks in my system, and a few blunts, a nigga was lifted. Off that drank, I was vibing for the night. Not fucked up, but just right, I was feeling myself. Miani had my attention even with the half-dressed bitches in our section. I had eyes for nobody other than her. Standing near the ropes, she was walking past, and I pulled her over.
“Basi.” she blushed because I had pulled her right through the crowd of people that was trying to get by.
“Fuck them. I want you.” I told her, pulling her to my chest. “Whurr you going?”
“Meeting Aja. She left her phone in VIP. She’s leaving with Keefe.” she let me know.
“You...come back to me. But go ‘head and deliver her phone.” I whispered into her ear. She didn’t speak another word, but her eyes said it all. I watched her back away, and head to the stairs.
“Delivery!”
Looking up, it was a plastic bag with nothing but hundreds.
“That’s me.” Hosea said fanning the man over that wore a wireless microphone headset. He handed the money over to Hosea, and left from the section. I shook my head as Hosea just put the whole bag on a stripper´s back as she threw her ass for him. She was decent, but nothing spectacular in my eyes.
Sitting back, I felt like I was waiting all night to see Miani. I just knew I didn’t miss my chance to holla at her.
7
Dice
“Baby you drunk?” I said looking into Miani´s eyes. I wasn’t mad at her at all. This whole trip she was acting all reserved and shit. Tonight though, she took every shot we ordered, and now little baby was feeling that liquor. Aja knew she wasn’t slick by giving her more drinks at the bar before she dipped off with her husband, and now I was getting the effects.
“Drunk as fuckkk.” she said laughing on my shoulder. Seeing her let loose, and enjoy life, it was all worth it. Ralph had her locked up like she was his damn pet, and now she was finally able to spread her wings. I didn’t care how drunk my friend got, she deserved a night to herself.
We were having so much fun, I wasn’t paying my phone no mind. When I saw a text from an unsaved number, I contemplated on even replying.
Unknown Number: You know that attitude never got you far
Me: Who is this?
Unknown Number: Stop playin, luv bug. I’mma get at you when you can speak
Looking up from my phone, I knew exactly who this was. Turning to face Hosea, I didn’t know why he was even texting me when he had hoes shaking all ass in his face. He never looked at me, but I damn sure was peeping him out from head to toe. All night I avoided looking his way, but now that my eyes were stuck on him, I couldn’t help it. His all white Balmain Jeans, Versace collar shirt, and Versace sneakers on his feet. The ice around his neck was blinding, and he didn’t stop there, he had matching jewelry on his wrist and even down to his pinky ring. Every time he took a pull from his blunt, all you could do was close in on the diamonds in his rings.
When he tried approaching me at the mall, I was caught completely off guard to where I couldn’t even speak. Not because I didn’t want to, I just didn’t think we would run into one another all the way in Vegas. This was the home of the casino’s and I should have known.
It was coming together how rich this nigga was because the casino and hotels that were popping, was where everyone wanted to be.
It was like the staff at the strip club worshipped his ass, and came at a snap of his fingers whenever he needed anything. Every hour the damn DJ was saying his name, so it was no getting him out of my head. Not how popular he was on the scene tonight.
If he thought I was going to go to his private section to clown myself, he had another thing coming. Deleting the next thread, and his number, I wasn’t trying to entertain him. Hosea had more power over me than he knew, and had me hot about the females in his face. Not trying to show how displeased I was, I tried to enjoy the rest of the night. Miani was having the time of her life, and I attempted to get on her level since we had a driver for the night.
“Hol’ up.” Miani said, looking around me. We had been singing every lyric to that new Cardi B when something caught her eye.
Following her eyes, I saw Hosea standing to his feet like he was going somewhere. He confirmed my guess when he began to dap a few of his podna’s up, and saulting them as he moved from the section.
“Where the fuck is Obasi? I know he ain’t leave with no bitch.” Miani snapped, and I could tell she was fucked up.
“I don’t see him.” I said scanning the club over. It was jammed packed, and hard to see through the crowds of people. Obasi´s tall ass stood out, and I didn’t catch him as I glanced over once more.
“Take me to him.” Miani said, catching me off guard.
“Miani, you drunk.” I giggled.
“Take me to himmmm. I’m divorceeeed!” She let me know.
“I know you divorced.” I said trying not to laugh at her drunk ass.
“He don’t know, but I know he the main muthafuka that was waiting for that ring to come off. It’s off, and he can get it.”
“Get what?” I said knowing she wasn’t this damn fucked up.
She leaned over holding onto the banister as she threw her ass in full circles real slow to the beat. “Dice, take me to my mannn.”
“Girl, Obasi is not your man.” I told her, and she went off. I tried to kick it with her before we rolled out, but she only was concerned about Obasi. Her ass got on my nerves, and I was fed the hell up. Deciding to leave before she was passed out, we had our driver take us to the hotel. Miani slept the whole way, but when she saw we were at the hotel, she bout threw a temper tantrum worse than my son!
“Dice! Why are we hurrr! If you don’t take me to Basi RIGHT NOWWW!” She yelled out.
“Girl
!” I said not believing she was acting like this over some dick. Some dick she ain’t even never had!!
“Take me to my man. Gimme my phone. He’ll come get me.” she said grabbing my phone. She was trying to pin her code into the backside of my phone, and all I could do was laugh.
“Will this be our stop?” The driver asked.
“No sir. We have another stop, then you can come back this way.” I said knowing it was no way I could get this girl out this limo without her causing more of a scene.
“No problem.” he answered, closing the door.
“He taking me to Basi?” she asked, barely able to lift her head, but the fact the limo was moving, she was trying to see out the window.
“Yasss! Bitch you getting dropped right the fuck off.” I said laughing, not really mad at her.
Taking her phone, I went to their text thread. Wasn’t no messages between her and Obasi other than the address to this club, and then another address to a house that he welcomed her too. I knew she was drunk, but I knew Obasi would take care of her better than anybody else. Giving the driver the address, we ended up in this bougie ass neighborhood that had houses sitting on the cliffs. When we made it to the house where Obasi was at, it was nothing but million dollar whips outside. It was bitches getting walked to their cars, men posted up outside, and it looked like a party going on the rooftop.
“You got me?” Miani slurred, holding my hand.
“Yes, I got you.” I said walking with her, trying to disguise that she was all the way tore up.
Soon as we got to the door, security was blocking the entrance. Before I could give them our names, Miani was letting it be known who we were.
“My nigga in thurr! He don’t play about me. So, move up off this door.” she told them, not caring that they could easily had thrown us off the property. “Dice! Tell em’! Tell em’ that Hosea don’t play about you.” she said putting me on blast.
“Nah, he be playin’ on me.” I said under my breath once we were inside. He was in clear view, getting a lap dance. I was rolling my eyes, and glad the big booty bitch had his attention, so he didn’t see me at all. We got escorted to the rooftop, and that was less crowded than down below. Obasi looked like he was trying to clear it out and shut the party down.
“Obasi.” I called out, trying to get his attention. The music was so loud, it was no point. I had to go to the other end just to get to him.
“I want him to eat all up in this pussy. He so damn fine.” She said so loud, the group of bitches that were sitting on the sectional turned they head to look our way. Shaking my head, I knew she was going to make them even madder once she got on Obasi´s arm.
Walking up on him, he was telling security to clear the downstairs and direct traffic because now it was a jam outside. From the rooftop you could look below at the streets, the mountains, and how lit up Vegas was.
“Basi, I got somebody for you.” I said tapping his arm. He turned around, and I knew he was happy as hell we were here, but he played it off.
“You hurr fa’ me?” he asked Miani, biting on his bottom lip and pulling on his beard. “Sho’ me you hurr fa’ me.” he said stepping into her, basically telling me I did my job. Them two were like magnets, and their tongues disappeared in one another’s mouth before I could even blink. Hearing all that sucking and shit, I just shook my head. Once they gave each other air to breath, I let Obasi know where we were staying, so he could bring her back whenever.
“Nah, she good with me. I’m gon’ take care of her.” he nodded, more sober than her.
“She’s-”
“I know.” he said looking down at her as she held him around his waist. Now that she was with him, she was much quieter. All that yelling and calling for him, she was at peace. “You brought her to the right person. She with me. So, you know she straight.” he said walking with her in his chest while his arm draped around her. He had to keep his legs wide since she was in between, and they looked cute together.
“A’ight. I think I’m the traffic jam because my limo down there. I’m going to go. This her phone and wallet.” I said handing him her belongings. Being quick, I made it out the front doors before Hosea could see me. I was sitting back in the limo with relief of not seeing him. With my head rested back, I wasn’t paying attention that the limo had stopped, and we couldn’t go nowhere.
By the time I looked up, an Aston Martin was blocking the limo from pulling off the street with its lights on. My driver attempted to go around, so I rested my back on the seat. With my eyes on my phone screen, I jumped when the limo door swung open with the limo moving.
“AHHH!” I screamed, then caught my chest when I saw it was only Hosea. His ass jumped in since the limo was still rolling at this point. He harshly pressed his lips on my neck, and my hand went right over where his lips had just graced. “What the hell popped up in your mind to open this door like that?! Than to kiss up on my neck?” I said trying to breath normal again.
Hosea got settled into the limo, and fired up a blunt like he got what he wanted. The driver had stopped, and I let him know not to pull off with this maniac riding with me. Last we spoke, he got in my shit for how I played our situation. I still was feeling a ways for how he came at me at the movies.
I thought he was fresh to death tonight, but baby he smelled even better. With no space between us, he groped my thigh with one hand, never even looking at me. “What is it that you want?”
“Hosea, I don’t want a damn thang from you.” I said lost on why he was even asking. I wasn’t some bitch that hung to the coat tail of a man because he provided. I made my own money, and lots of it might I add. Wasn’t shit he could do that I couldn’t do for my damn self! That was a fact, and he knew it. He checked the fuck out of me last I saw him, and I could give him that. But that didn’t mean what I told him meant nothing now.
“Stop being like this with me, Princesa.” he demanded, and his voice was so serious, I wished I had a solid answer for him, but I didn’t. I was locked up with my words. As much mouth I thought I would have, I was choked up in the moment. Gathering my thoughts so we could stop all this nonsense, I gave it to him raw.
“I have to be. You make me like this when you want to fuck up on me, then I have to see you with other bitches, Hosea. Every time I see you, either it’s me or another bitch. How you think that make me feel? I don’t want to see that shit.” I lashed, mad as hell he didn’t understand. I knew it was crazy to say he could do as he pleased, just not in my face for me to see, but that was how I felt. I wanted boundaries if we were just going to be fucking.
“What’s crazy, you trying to get that off yo chest...but if I offered a relationship right now, you’ll run from that too. You wouldn't even be able to say that’s what you wanted. You couldn’t even make that move, ma! You don’t know what it is you WANT!” he said facing me now, and I was the one looking away. “Yeah. You know a nigga right. You gon’ stop fuckig bullshitting me. I do me, because I’m single. Not because I can’t commit to one woman. You the one that’s committed to a nigga that can’t do nothing for you and that’s in the ground.” he said, and I flipped the fuck out.
All I felt was that he was coming for my husband, and I tried to knock his head off his shoulders. He grabbed my fist, and pushed me back on the seat after he felt one good hit. “What you ain’t doing is putting yo hands on me either. Fuck wrong with you? You might not like what I said, but it’s the goddamn truth. Until you can wake the fuck up and be honest, this shit a wrap. You ain’t got to worry about me coming at you no more. Dice you a straight trip. All I ever did was let you steer the boat, and you still couldn’t take this shit nowhere.” he said letting me go, and exiting out the limo. I watched him jump back into the Aston Martin, and I don’t know why my ass was crying. Granted, I did set the terms for what this was, and all I wanted was for him to make me more comfortable since this was my first situationship.
Mad as hell that he once again got the last word, I couldn’t do shit but blam
e myself. No one understood how hard I tried to open myself back up since Chaunce´s death, but each time I got scared. I felt since I stepped away from Chaunce´s businesses and let the guys take over, I was getting myself back. Damn sure after finding out he fathered a child on me, and I had to get passed all that. I was ready to live my life, but now it seemed that I had pushed the one man away that was willing to go all the way if I had just told him how I felt from the beginning. Now I felt disrespected to the highest degree from his slick mouth that I couldn’t fucking stand!
8
Obasi
“You drunk.” I told Miani for the millionth time tonight. She was steady reaching for my dick, and trying to pull it out.
“I know that.” she said through clenched teeth, and all I could do was laugh at her silly ass. The house we had rented out was now empty and the pool party shut down for the night. Hosea had his own floor to himself, and I didn’t know if he was here or not. Nothing had my attention like Miani.
It was pleasing to hear how Dice told me how she had only been wanting me, because I damn sure only had been craving for her. Now that I had her, I was just enjoying the night with her being extra clingy. She was fucked up off that drank, so I let it be known that I didn’t have it in me to make our first night with her this heavily under the influence.
“I’m sure no amount of liquor in your system could cause enough memory loss for you to ever forget this.” I said pressing my dick into her. “But I can’t do you like that. Not while you this gone. You probably not going to remember shit by morning but this dick hitting all those sensitive spots.” I said caressing her body all over.
“That’s why I love you.” she cooed, turning towards me. Leaning on me, she wouldn’t let me go.
“You love me?” I said trying not to laugh at how roasted she was.
